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Zhuxian World.

There are no gods in this world, but since ancient times, human beings have seen all kinds of strange things in the world around them, such as lightning, thunder, violent storms, and natural and man-made disasters.

Then I thought that there are all kinds of gods and spirits above the nine heavens, and under the nine secluded worlds is also the place where ghosts return, the palace of Yama.

So the gods said, spread in the world.

Countless human beings bowed down sincerely, worshiping all kinds of gods they imagined and created, praying for blessings and complaining, and the incense was flourishing.

Since ancient times, all mortals have died.

But everyone in the world hates death and loves life, and there is even the theory of Hell, which adds a bit of suffering and fear.

Under this, there is the theory of immortality.

For thousands of years, although there has never been a real immortal handed down from generation to generation, it has also made the world's cultivation prevail.

Today, the righteous way is prosperous, the evil spirits are retreating, the land of the Central Plains is beautiful, the popularity is at its peak, and the products are rich, and it is firmly occupied by decent families.

Among them, Qingyunmen, Tianyin Temple, and Fenxianggu are the leaders of the world's righteous way.

But he said that Qingyunmen has been handed down for more than two thousand years since the present.

Since Qingyunzi, the patriarch of the Creation School, discovered an unnamed ancient scroll in Qingyun Mountain, he stepped into the world of practice and created Qingyunmen's orthodoxy.

After several times of ups and downs, ups and downs, there are hidden signs of the leader of the righteous way in Qingyunmen today.

Qingyunmen is divided into seven veins, with Tongtian Peak as the main vein stationed, and the remaining six veins surround the main peak to protect it in the middle, forming a mysterious formation to prevent the invasion of foreign enemies.

Qingyun Mountain stretches for nearly a thousand miles, majestic and towering, with undulating peaks, the highest of which is seven peaks, soaring into the clouds.

I saw white clouds surrounding the mountainside, dense forests, waterfalls and strange rocks, rare birds and animals, and the scenery is dangerous and steep, which is famous all over the world.

Lin Jingyu left Longshou Peak and secretly came to the Patriarch's Ancestral Hall on the back mountain of Tongtian Peak.

Here, he saw a middle-aged Taoist dressed in gray clothes, holding a broom and slowly sweeping the fallen leaves in the yard.

From his face, one can vaguely see the handsome, unrestrained and extraordinary demeanor of his year with sword eyebrows and starry eyes.

"Disciple Longshoufeng Lin Jingyu, pay respects to Master Wan!"

Looking at the middle-aged Taoist in gray, Lin Jingyu knelt down with a plop.

The middle-aged Taoist in gray clothes who was sweeping the floor paused imperceptibly when he heard the sound.

Then he continued to sweep the floor without making a sound.

"Master Wan, disciple Lin Jingyu pays respects!"

Lin Jingyu straightened up, bent down again and bowed to the bottom.

"Master, you know that my master complained about the sect master because of his fake death, and almost fell into the devil's way. I also invite my master to show up and recognize my master!"

Seeing Wan Jianyi remained indifferent, Lin Jingyu gritted his teeth and revealed a shocking secret.

"You are Cangsong's disciple? Get up!"

Now, Wan Jianyi could no longer hide his identity, stopped sweeping the floor, and sighed.

"Reporting to Uncle Master, it is the disciple."

Lin Jingyu stood up and said happily.

"It's great that Cangsong has a disciple with such excellent qualifications as you."

Wan Jian looked Lin Jingyu up and down, saw that his aura was calm, and he had stepped into the realm of the supernatural, so he couldn't help but look sideways at him.

Seeing that his bone age is only a few dozen years old, it is really inconceivable that he can have such a cultivation level.

"The disciple is terrified, so he should not be praised by his uncle."

Lin Jingyu bowed his hands and said modestly.

His family knew his family affairs, if he hadn't joined the chat group, he would have to work hard for decades if he wanted to enter the Shangqing Realm.

He can't bear such praise for his excellent qualifications.

"Don't talk about that, you just said that Cangsong almost fell into the devil's way, what happened?"

Wan Jian waved his hand and asked about something serious.

"Back then, the head of Tianchengzi of the previous generation caused evil spirits to enter his body because of using the Zhuxian sword. The uncle had no choice but to kill him, and he was punished to death by the sect rules for this!"

Hearing this, Lin Jingyu pondered for a moment, and then slowly said: "Although Sect Master Daoxuan secretly rescued you, Master didn't know about it. He admires you very much, so he hates Sect Master Daoxuan!"

"Three years ago, Puzhi from Tianyin Temple came to our sect, wanting to unite Buddhism and Taoism, and to pursue the secret of longevity, but was rejected by the sect leader. Master learned that Puzhi had the treasure left by the black-hearted old man 800 years ago. The blood-eating orb is the most vicious thing, so I want to snatch it to improve my strength, and then find the head of Daoxuan to avenge my uncle."

"It was precisely because of their fight in Caomiao Village at the foot of the mountain that Puzhi was fascinated by the blood-devouring beads, and slaughtered 240 people in our Caomiao Village, leaving only three disciples, Junior Brother Zhang Xiaofan and Second Uncle Wang."

"The disciple implores the master to show up to get rid of the demons of the master and bring him back to the right path!"

For Lin Jingyu, Cangsong was also a teacher and a father, who taught him the principles of cultivation and life, so naturally he couldn't bear to see him continue to degenerate.

Therefore, after much deliberation, he decided to take a risk and go directly to the ancestor's ancestral hall to find Wan Jianyi.

"Cangsong. He is so paranoid? It's also in line with his temperament."

"However. You are a junior. You know so many secret things. It seems that you are not simple."

As soon as Wan Jian heard the words, he frowned for a while and then relaxed, looking at Lin Jingyu with curiosity.

Not many people knew about the past events back then, except for the seven chiefs of Qingyun, no one knew about it.

Even the news that he survived was only known by Daoxuan.

This Lin Jingyu is only a boy with a bunch of hair, but he knows so many secret things, it is really surprising.

"Hey, this disciple has another adventure."

After Lin Jingyu said something, he laughed.

"Forget it, I don't want to inquire about your secrets, as long as you don't betray my Qingyun sect, that's enough!"

"As for the appearance you said. It's not right! I have promised Daoxuan's head that I will never see any old people again."

Wan Jian didn't look into it as soon as he saw it, after all, who hasn't a little secret yet.

But Cangsong's matter needs to be resolved as soon as possible, lest he make another big mistake.

"How about this, you bring your master to the Patriarch's Ancestral Hall, and I will meet him and untie him."

After thinking about it, he came up with an idea and said to Lin Jingyu.

"The master's words are true. The disciple obeys the order, so I will go back to the mountain and report to the master."

Lin Jingyu's eyes lit up when he heard the words, and he quickly replied.

"Well, let's go."

Wan Jian waved his hand, turned around and went back to sweep the floor.

After Lin Jingyu saluted respectfully again, he turned and left the ancestral hall.

The Legendary World of the New White Lady.

Hangzhou County.

This place has a developed economy, prosperous culture, beautiful scenery and outstanding people, and is known as a paradise on earth.

There are many poems and articles written by literati in the past dynasties about Hangzhou.

The water is bright and clear, and the mountains are empty and rainy.

If you want to compare the West Lake to the West Lake, it is always appropriate to apply heavy makeup and light makeup.

Li family.

In the study in the backyard, Xu Hanwen held a copy of "The Analects of Confucius" and studied hard.

But looking at the painful expression on his face, one can imagine that reading is not a good thing.

"Hey, I can't read this book anymore."

After a while, Xu Hanwen threw the book away, staring blankly at the roof in a daze.

I don't know if it's because I don't have the talent for reading, or I'm attracted by the excitement in the chat group.

Xu Hanwen found that he often read the article ten or twenty times, but still couldn't memorize it.

My mind is always deserting unconsciously, imagining beautiful things such as the fairy family's magical powers and so on.

Even in the dead of night, he can still imagine how beautiful the thousand-year-old white snake mentioned in the brand of fate is.

"No, I can be like that little Zhuanfeng. I borrow money first and pay it back later!"

At this time, a thought suddenly appeared in Xu Hanwen's mind, which grew wildly like weeds.

Not to mention, there are lending services in the private sector, and there should not be too many such things.

In that group alone, some people pioneered the loan from the group leader Changsheng Zhenren, and then slowly repaid the loan later.

Xu Hanwen: "@长生真人, student Hanwen, may I ask the real person, can the student borrow money from the real person first, and then slowly repay it later?"

Thinking of this, Xu Hanwen couldn't sit still, and immediately opened the chat group, and Aite asked the real Changsheng carefully.

The urban world of cultivating immortals.

After having lunch at Aunt Tang's house, Chen Fan left the Longjing Garden villas and walked slowly along the lake.

As he walked, he sensed the changes in the spiritual energy between the heaven and the earth, and couldn't help frowning.

In the world, the spiritual energy in various places is not static. The spiritual energy is like water, where it flows wherever it is low.

So there are some places where spiritual energy gathers, like an abyss under the sea, this is the blessed place of the cave, where the spiritual place is.

In some places, the aura is shallow, like streams and rivers, which is not conducive to cultivation.

But generally speaking, the aura environment of the entire earth is extremely barren and unsightly.

Chen Fan walked a few kilometers along the shore of Yangui Lake, and stopped after finding an old willow tree.

He sat cross-legged under the tree, facing the slightly smoky Yangui Lake.

"Although the spiritual energy here is very thin, it can be regarded as the place with the densest spiritual energy in a hundred miles around!"

"If you want to find a more intense place, I guess you can only enter the depths of Yunwu Mountain."

He looked around and found that it was a secluded willow forest. Although it was hot summer, it was cool and windy.

Yangui Lake is the largest lake in Chuzhou, and it is close to the urban area. Many residential areas, commercial streets, and hotels are built around Yangui Lake.

Therefore, although Chuzhou is located in the north of Jiangnan Province, it has a bit of southern charm.

"The way of practice in the two worlds has different realms, but they all lead to the same goal by different routes. In the end, they both lead directly to the immortal way."

Sitting cross-legged under the willow tree, Chen Fan faced the open and boundless lake directly, and felt the gentle breeze. Even though it was a scorching summer day, he felt refreshed all over his body.

He began to think about cultivation. In this universe, cultivators are divided into eight major realms: Qi Refining, Xiantian, Jindan, Yuanying, Transforming God, Returning to the Void, Harmonious Dao, and Transcending Tribulation.

In the chat group, under the fairyland, there are first-tier innates, second-tier grandmasters, third-tier grand masters, fourth-tier golden pills, fifth-tier primordial spirits, sixth-tier dharma phases, seventh-tier celestial beings, eighth-tier saints, and ninth-tier celestial beings. The nine great realms of land gods.

Previously, while on the long-distance bus, Chen Fan tried to exchange three drops of Baihua honey dew from the group leader Changsheng Zhenren with the three methods of cultivating immortals.

After getting out of the car, he found a remote place, took these honeydews, and stepped into the fourth-order golden elixir.

With such strength, not to mention small firearms, even the legendary Gatling, he can be at ease without fear.

As for missiles and the like, as long as they are not hit, their lives are not in danger.

Today, on this earth, he finally has some power to protect himself.

"No, if someone goes crazy and uses a nuclear bomb to deal with me, wouldn't I be finished?"

"My strength is still not enough. At least I have to step into the seventh-order heaven and man realm, so as not to be afraid of the nuclear explosion attack!"

After carefully comprehending the comparison of the realms of the two worlds, and recalling the hot weapons in this world, Chen Fan couldn't help feeling a sense of crisis in his heart.

"Then, do the tens of thousands of volumes of cultivation methods of the immortal family in my hand contain the purple light that real people need?"

Chen Fan has been in the practice world for 500 years, and he has collected various secret methods and magical skills, which are almost as vast as a sea of ​​smoke, and the number is estimated at one hundred thousand.

In this way, every immortal cultivation method can be exchanged for ten strands of purple light, which adds up to millions, and can be exchanged for tens of thousands of drops of Baihua honeydew.

If this is the case, let alone the mere seventh-order heaven-human realm, even if he wants to become a fairy immediately, it is absolutely no problem.

"No, according to Master Changsheng, the so-called primordial purple air is divided into 12 strands of fragments, scattered in the heavens and myriad worlds."

"The cosmic world I live in has at most hundreds of strands of purple light, and there may be even fewer."

"In this way, I have to collect those scattered purple lights everywhere, and strive to cultivate and become a fairy as soon as possible!"

Thinking of this, Chen Fan no longer hesitated, and stuffed all the 12 volumes of cultivation methods of the immortal family that he knew into the red envelope, and sent it to Daoist Changsheng.

Chen Beixuan: "@长生真人, I have collected some cultivation methods of the immortal family. There are more than [-] volumes in total. Please accept it."

【Ding! 'Chen Beixuan' sent an exclusive red envelope to the group leader 'Changsheng Zhenren'! 】

A Chinese Ghost Story.

Jinhua County, Ningfu.

The Ning family is a rich local family. In the past dynasties, members of the clan have repeatedly passed the Jinshi examination and served as local officials.

The so-called "poems and books have been handed down for a long time, and farming and reading have been passed down for generations" refers to this kind of family.

However, in Ning Caichen's generation, the family is in decline, the population is withered, the family is not prosperous, and he is the only one.

Now, the only hope of the old lady of the Ning Mansion is that this single seedling can pass the exam and shine in the family; marry a wife and have children, and spread the branches and leaves for the Ning family.

In that case, even if she died, she would still have the face to meet her ancestors under the Nine Springs.

However, Ning Caichen was sitting in the study reviewing books, and what he was reading was "The Great Learning", one of the four books.

"Hey"

Similar to Xu Hanwen's situation, Ning Caichen also didn't care about homework, and he didn't know where his mind went.

"Could it be that I, Ning Caichen, are doomed not to be a scholar, and can only be so downcast that I work as an accountant?"

"If that's the case, how can I have the face to face my mother, and what face will I have to meet the ancestors of the Ning family in the future?"

Throwing down the book in his hand, Ning Caichen couldn't help being upset, thinking wildly in his mind.

He opened the chat group and saw Xu Hanwen's words, his eyes lit up.

"That's right, I can learn from that fellow Xu Hanwen and borrow money from the group leader!"

Thinking of this, Ning Caichen swept away the depression he had just felt, and became elated.

Ning Caichen: "@长生真人, students also want to borrow money, please allow it!"

　Happy Valentine's Day!

　　
　
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